It is the look of woman's surrender.
He understood, and, as if suddenly released from his invisible bonds, fell at her feet with a shout of joy, and, embracing her knees, hid his head in the folds of her dress, murmuring disjointed words of gratitude and love.

Never before had he felt so proud as now, when at the feet of that woman that half belonged to his enemies.

Her fingers played with his hair in an absent-minded caress as she stood absorbed in thought.

The thing was done.

Her mother was right.